Mirrored (COMPLETE)

Author's Note: This story is inspired by Agency Override by SG and was also published there in an alternate branch in an incomplete draft version.

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I drop the weird diamond as I gasp and immediately know, as if by instinct, what it just did to me as I grabbed it. I feel emptier inside, somehow. And my head hurts as if my thoughts and feelings are suddenly drained of some vitality. I look at the stone on the living room floor and I can see light sparkle from within it, even though the curtains are still drawn on this chilly autumn day.

I'm turning into a blank canvas. I feel emptied and numb inside, yet still somewhat aware of what should be there. I have no emotion, and I don't feel attracted to anything. I know I should be scared of what just happened, but I'm not. I'm just here, in this place. And I can see the diamond is the cause. I'm cursed to be what people want me to be. It is absurd, yet somehow, it makes perfect sense in this numb and emotionless place.

I don't know how long I stand there. It seems like an eternity, waiting for something to happen. I'm thirsty and hungry, but there's nothing inside me that's making me act on those feelings. Then I hear keys in the door and look over just as it opens, feeling a trickle of emotions returning as I see who's walking in.

It's Sam, my annoying nerdy roommate. I feel surprised as he stops before me in the darkness, holding his jacket tightly closed. "Lily, what are you doing standing around in the dark?"

That is precisely what I am wondering as he flicks on the light switch. I sigh of relief. The obscurity was suddenly starting to frighten me. "I don't know," I answer honestly, puzzled by my own behavior. Sam closes the door behind him, then hangs up his jacket, giving me an odd look. I blush a little as he stares at me. It's a bit scary stumbling upon your usually cheerful roommate just standing in the middle of the living room, all gloomy, with no lights on. Still, it's also kind of hot how I look right now. Standing there, wearing only a tight T-shirt and a thong, my face mirroring his own puzzlement. Am I turned on by myself? The thought feels distant, irrelevant, even.

Suddenly, a more pressing question comes to mind. What time is it? Shouldn't I be at work? "Shouldn't you be at work?" Sam asks me, echoing my thoughts. Or maybe they were his thoughts? I decide to tell him the truth. I want to clarify this whole situation.

"Earlier, I touched that diamond I found, and I think it cursed me."

Sam walks past me toward the kitchen. "Uh-huh." He sounds distracted. My own focus fades as he starts rummaging through the fridge. I should get him something to eat. And something to drink. It feels so right.

"Do you wanna order something? Pizza, Chinese?" I ask him. He straightens up and closes the fridge door, looking slightly surprised as he turns around to face me. He's about to answer when I just blurt out, "Chinese! It's on me!"

That was weird, I realize. How do I know he wants Chinese food or is broke? My thoughts go back to the curse.

"Okay, that was super weird." He looks puzzled again. "What was that thing you said about a diamond?"

I tell him about my encounter with the glowing stone earlier, feeling my interest fade with each word I say. Sam yawns, and I feel myself yawning with him until I get to the part about touching the diamond and suddenly changing and becoming blank and numb, and how it all changed again when he walked in. I feel a lot more enthusiastic about telling that part of the story. Sam just listens to me, eyes wide, until I'm finished.

"That sounds crazy!" he says, and I can only nod in agreement. That shit is indeed crazy, but if true, it means he could turn me into his obedient slut. It's totally stupid, and there is no way in hell it could actually happen, but I still feel highly aroused thinking about him fucking my brains out right now. The idea of my mind being altered just for his pleasure turns me on like crazy, and I want him to dominate me so badly! I'm usually such a bitch to him... Getting on my knees and sucking on his cock would be so satisfying! I rub my thighs together and gasp as I realize what is going on.

"Holy shit!" Sam exclaims. He looks stunned as he seems to realize what is going on as well. "You..."

"I want what you want!" I finish for him. I step closer and fall on my knees, reaching for his belt buckle. I've never been so eager to suck dick in my entire life. Sam's pants come undone easily, and I quickly pull down his briefs, allowing his hardening cock to spring free right in front of my face. I can't believe I'm doing this! This is so hot! I'm about to suck on Sam's cock when the front door opens, and we both turn, startled. It's Becca, our other roommate, a tall and stern redhead. I suddenly realize how sexy AND scary she is...

"Hey guys, I thought you might..." Her eyes widen as she sees us, Sam with his cock out in front of my face. I'm shocked and embarrassed but also incredibly turned on and frustrated by this interruption. "What the fuck?!" she shrieks, dropping her shopping bags.

I get back to my feet, my heart pounding. I want to run away with Sam, but I also feel an intense curiosity. Why the hell would I ever suck Sam's cock? What the hell is going on? I wish I could tell her…

"It's that damn diamond, Becca!" I say, and I open my mouth to explain when I suddenly stop, confused by mixed feelings. Part of me really wants to tell her about the diamond, but another part doesn't want to at all because I know she would probably stop Sam from fucking me, which is the last thing I want! But I can feel increasingly worried about him taking advantage of me. The situation is clearly getting out of hand! I finally manage to blurt out an incomplete explanation, and I am horrified by what I'm saying. "I'm cursed or something. Sam just walked in, and suddenly, it's like I'm doing everything he wants, feeling what he's feeling…"

"You!" Becca says and points her finger at Sam, stepping toward us threateningly. "Get the fuck out of here, now!"

Sam looks equally horrified and embarrassed, quickly pulling up his pants. I don't want him to leave, but I can't believe he let me go down on him knowing damn well he was influencing my behavior against my will! Did he **** me? I suddenly wonder. He should grab the diamond and get the hell out of here, where he'll be able to use it in peace! He should be careful not to touch it directly, though... Wait, no! I shake my head. What? Finally, he's gone, and with him goes my excitement, frustration, and lust. Becca and I stare at the closed door for a few moments before facing each other again.

"What a fucking creep!" I exclaim, feeling betrayed. "Can you believe it? Did you see that?!" I frown, disturbed by my own words. Did I just speak her mind out loud? How is such a thing possible? "I don't know what's happening to me, Becca!" I say, alarmed by all these new, strange thoughts.

"Hold on!" She holds up her hands but I've already closed my mouth. "Are you like, thinking what I'm thinking?"

She's right. This is very odd. Am I a mind reader now? "Not exactly..." I try to focus on my own thoughts, but I'm not sure if they are really mine. "It's more like I feel what you feel. If you're pissed at something, like Sam, then I feel pissed at him, too, for the same reasons. And if you feel excited about something, then I start feeling excited about that as well." I tell her about the diamond, how it seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, what it did to me when I touched it.

Becca doesn't respond. She doesn't need to. I feel helpless, and I know it is because she feels helpless herself.

"Where-" She looks around. "Where's that diamond?" I quickly lean forward and realize the glowing rock isn't on the floor anymore. We frantically start searching the room for it, but it's nowhere to be found.

Becca gasps and covers her mouth, a terrified look on her face. "The fucker took it with him!" I exclaim.

"Shit... Shit shit shit!" Becca says, pacing around. I start doing the same, filled with her frustration. Sam is probably going to try to use it on some innocent girl to satisfy his twisted needs. This is awful!

"You need to catch him before he does something stupid with it!" I exclaim. But what about me? I can't stay here alone, can I? What if he comes back for me? "I'll lock the door and make sure not to let anyone else inside," I say, reassuring Becca and myself. Fuck this is getting annoying, isn't it?

"Could you stop doing that? It's creepy!" she groans, and I can only agree with her. "Let me speak for myself, please." I apologize and promise to try to control this, quickly putting on some pants as I notice how little I'm wearing. Becca nods and hurries out, leaving me all alone with my confusing thoughts and feelings. I'm about to lock the door when I feel them slipping away again and realize Becca must have gone far enough for the curses's influence to end. I freeze with my hand on the doorknob, trying to focus my thoughts but failing miserably. I'm empty and blank once more. A canvas devoid of any thoughts of my own. I stare blankly ahead for a long time, completely unmoving, feeling like I should be concerned about this, but I know that feeling would require emotions I lack at the moment. My legs hurt, I notice absently. Maybe I should sit down? I remain standing.